America (Enough)

If there’s noise enough it turns back to silence
If there’s crowd enough turns back to solitude
If there’s pain enough it turns to something
Something almost bright, oh something almost bright
I’ve been wanting to tell you the way that the planes
Circling down cross the water look like a string of falling lights
If there’s time enough there’s no such thing as an hour
If there’s love enough the rest of this won’t even matter
On the days when it’s not hard it can be easy
Easy being alive, easy being alive
I’ve been wanting to tell you the way that the ice
On the lake sounds like thunder or guns
In the middle of the night
America, America
Find it fast, find it cheap
If your neighbor won’t give it, take it for free
Oh, easy chair, big screen t. v
Oh, hurry hurry it’s the American dream
If there’s comfort enough it turns back to sorrow
If there’s money enough it turns back to paper
If there’s killing enough we all know nothing
Nothing ever can be won
No nothing ever can be won
I’ve been wanting to tell you the way the balloon
Seemed to skate on the pond neither falling nor floating away
America, America